The Dragon’s Chubby Treasure

Chapter 24

Chapter 24: The Repelling Spell

Vaelor flew through the night like a storm of fury and pain. His wings beat hard against the cold air as he followed the trail toward the capital. The bond he shared with Sera pulled him forward like an invisible chain. He could still feel her. Her soft round belly, her heavy breasts, her thick thighs wrapped around him. He could still taste her on his tongue and feel the way her chubby p***y had clenched around his c**k when he finally claimed her.

She had left him. She had surrendered. But he would not let her go.

His body had changed so much in the short time since he had been inside her. Most of his golden scales had receded, leaving smooth, powerful human-like skin with only faint golden traces left behind. His horns were shorter. He looked more man than dragon now, but the ancient power inside him still burned hot. And that power screamed for his treasure.

The palace came into view at dawn. Tall stone walls, high towers, and hundreds of soldiers moving like ants below. Vaelor circled once, high in the sky, searching for any sign of Sera. He could feel her inside those walls. Scared. Ashamed. Alone.

He dove.

A sharp pain slammed into his chest the moment he crossed some invisible line around the palace grounds. It felt like a thousand burning needles piercing his skin. His wings faltered. His vision blurred. A powerful spell wrapped around him like chains made of light and ancient words. A dragon-repelling barrier.

Vaelor roared in agony and rage. He pushed forward anyway, trying to break through. The spell grew stronger. His head spun. The world tilted violently. He lost control of his wings and crashed hard into the forest just outside the palace walls. Trees snapped like twigs under his body.

He tried to stand, but the disorientation hit him like a hammer. The ground seemed to move beneath his feet. His golden eyes could not focus. Every time he tried to move closer to the palace, the spell pushed him back with waves of nausea and pain. It was designed specifically to keep dragons away. To keep him away from what was his.

“Sera!” he roared, his voice echoing across the walls. “Sera!”

Inside the palace, Sera heard his roar. She rushed to the window of her locked chamber and looked out. Her heart broke at the sight of him. Even from a distance she could see how much he had changed. He looked more human now. But he was clearly in pain, staggering and disoriented just beyond the treeline.

Vaelor tried again. He forced his body forward, step by painful step. The spell slammed into him harder. His knees buckled. He fell against a tree, breathing heavily. Blood trickled from his nose. His head throbbed like it would split open.

He could not reach her. The barrier was too strong.

Rage and helplessness burned through him. He remembered every soft inch of her body. The way her round belly felt in his hands. The way her heavy breasts spilled over when he sucked them. The way her thick thighs trembled when he buried himself deep inside her. She was his perfect chubby treasure, and they had taken her from him.

He roared again, louder this time. The sound shook the palace windows.

Soldiers gathered on the walls and aimed arrows and spears. Some even carried strange glowing weapons that pulsed with the same magic as the barrier. They were prepared for him.

Vaelor tried one final time to break through. He staggered forward, muscles straining, teeth clenched. The spell hit him like a physical blow. He dropped to one knee, vision swimming. The world spun violently around him.

From her window, Sera pressed her hands against the glass. Tears ran down her face. “Vaelor…” she whispered. She could see how much pain he was in. She could see how hard he was fighting just to reach her. The guilt that had made her surrender now felt like poison in her veins.

The king appeared on the battlements with a cruel smile. “Look at him,” he called out. “The mighty dragon king reduced to this. The spell will hold. He cannot touch us here. Prepare the girl. Lord Draven will arrive in two days to collect his new prize.”

Vaelor heard the words. His golden eyes flashed with murderous fury. Draven. They planned to give his treasure to that ruthless beast. The thought made something inside him snap.

He forced himself up again. Even disoriented and in agony, he refused to leave. He circled the palace from a distance, roaring Sera’s name over and over. Every time he tried to get closer, the spell pushed him back and made his head feel like it was being crushed.

He would not give up.

Sera watched him from her window, her soft body trembling. Her round belly pressed against the windowsill. Her heavy breasts rose and fell with every panicked breath. She had made a terrible mistake by surrendering. Vaelor was suffering because of her. And now they wanted to give her to another dragon.

Vaelor collapsed against a large tree just outside the barrier. His breathing was ragged. His body shook from the effort and the spell’s effect. But his eyes never left the palace window where he could sense her.

“I will come for you, my treasure,” he growled, even though she could not hear him. “I will burn everything if I have to. You belong to me.”

The sun rose higher. The spell continued to torment him. He could not break through. Not yet.

But he would find a way.

Even if he had to tear the entire kingdom apart with his bare hands.